The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1887-09-09

he sees angels of God lowering around it.
The ladders of Heaven are let down to
that house. Over the child's rough crib
there are the chantings of angels, as those
that broke over Bethlehem. It is home.
These children may come up after awhile,
and they may win high position, and they
may have an affluent residence; but they
will not until their dying day forget that
humble roof under which their father
rested, and their mother sang, and their
sisters played. O., ii you would gather up
all tender memories, and the lights and
shades of the heart, all banquetings and
reunions, all filial, fraternal, paternal and
cOnjugal affections, and you had only just
four letters with which to spell out that
height and depth, and length, and breadth,
and magnitude, and eternity of meaning,
you would, with streaming eyes, and
trembling voices, and agitated hand, write
it out in those four living capitals, home.
What right does woman want that is
grander than to be queen in such a realm?
Why, the eagles of Heaven can not fly
across that dominion. Horses, painting
and with lathered 1anks, are not swift
enough to run to the outpost of that realm.
They say that the sun never sets upon the
English empire; but have to tell you that
on this realm of woman's influence eternity
never marks any bound. Isabella fed
from the Spanish throne pursued by the
nations anathema; but she who is queen
in home will never lose her throne, and
death itself will only be the annexation of
heavenly principalities.
When you want to get your grandest
idea of queen, you do not think Of Cath
crime of Russia, or Anne of England, or
Marie Thersa of Germany; but when
you want to get your grandest
idea of a queen, you think of
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opposite your father at the table, or walked
with him arm in arm down life's pathway;
sometimes to the thanksgiving banquet,
sometimes to the grave, but always to-
gether-sOOthing your petty griefs, cor
recting your childish waywardness, join
ing in your infantile sports, listening to
your evening prayers, toiling for you with
needle, or at the spinning-wheel, and on
cold nights wrapping you up snug and
warm. And then at last on that day when
she lay in the back room dying. and you
saw her take those thin hands with which
she toiled for you so long, and put them to-
gether in dying prayer that commended
you to the God whom she taught you to
trust-O, she was the queen The chariots
of God came down to fetch her; and as she
went in all heaven rose up. You can not
think of her now without rush of tender
ness that stirs the deep foundations of
y y
much a child again as when you
cried on her lap; and if you could-bring
her back again to speak just once more
your name, as tenderly as she used to
speak it, you would be willing to throw
yourself on the ground and kiss the sod
that covers her, crying, Mother
mother" All, she was the queen--she was
the queen. Now, can you tell me how
many thousand miles a woman like that
xEyO111d baUo tO travail down bafOFa sb ogOt
to the ballot-bOx? Compared with this
work of training kings and queens for
God and eternity, how insignificant
seems all this work of voting for aldermen,
and common cOuncilmen, and sheriffs, and
constabIes, and mayors, and presidents.
To make such a grand woman as l have
described, how many thousands
would you want of those people
who go in the round of godIessness, and
fashion, and dissipation, distorting
their body until in their monstros-
tiles they seem to outdo the dromedary
and hippopotamus going as far toward
disgraceful apparel as they dare 90, so as
not to be arrested of the police-their be-
haviour sorrow to the good and car
feature of the vicious, and an insult to
that God who made them women and not
gorgons; and tramping on, down through
a frivolous and dissipated life, to temporal
and eternal damnation.
o, woman, with the lightning of your
soul, strike dead at your feet all these al
lurements to dissipation and to fashion.
Your immortal soul can not be fed upon
such garbage. God calls you up to empire
and dominion. win you have it? ., give
to God your heart; give to God your best
energies; give to God all your culture, give
TO God ali your refinement; give yourself
to him for this world and the next.
Ill -vrs1V l.
quenched, and these voices will be hushed.
For the last time you will look upon this
fair earth. Fathers hand, mothers hand,
sisters hand, child's hand will be no more
in yours. It will be night, and there will
come up a cold wind from the Jordan, and |
you must start. VIII il be a lone woman |
on a trackless moon? All, no. Jesus will |
come up in that hour and offer his hand, |
and he will say: ''You stood by me when |
you were well; now l will not desert you
when you are sick" One wave of His |
hand, and the storm will drop; and an |
hotter wave of His hand, and midnight |
shall break into midnOOn; and another |
wave of His hand, and the chamberlains |
of God viii come down from the treasure |
houses of Heaven, with robes lustrous, |
bloOd-washed and Heaven-g glinted, in which |
you will array yourself for the marriage |
supper of the Lamb. And then with Miriam, |
VINO hLEuck Du6 LlIllDfei Oh the GbeQ sea- ana
with Deborah, who led the Lords host into |
flight; and with Hannah, who gave her /
Samuel to the Lord; and with Mary, who /
rocked Jesus to sleep while there were /
angels singing in the air; and with Flor
ence Nightingale, who bound up the battle /
wounds of the Crimea, you will from the |
chalice of God drink to the SOUPS eternal /
rescue.
One twilight, after I had been playing /
with the children for some time, / laid |
down on the lounge to rest. The children
said: "Play more" Children always |
want to play more. And, half asleep and
half awake, seemed to dream this dream:
1t seemed to me that l was in far distant
land-not Persia, although more than
oriental luXuriance crowned the cities;
nor the tropics-although more than
tropical fruitfulness filed the gardens; /
nor Italy-although more than Italian
softness filed the air. And / wandered
around, looking for thorns and
nettles, but I found none of them
grew there. And 1 walked forth and
/ saw the sun rise, and I said: 'When will
it set again?" and the sun sank not. And
1 saw all the people in holiday apparel,
and I said: "When will they put on work
ingman's garb again, and delve in the
mine, and swelter at the forge" But
neither the garments nor the robes did
they put Off And ! wandered in the
suburbs, and said: fWhere do they bury
the dead of this great cityf" and / looked
along by the hills where it would be most
beautiful for the dead to sleep, aud saw
castles, and towns, and battIements;
but not mausoleum, nor monument,
nor white slab could ! see. And / went
into the great chapel OF the town, and /
said: "Where do the poor worship
where are the benches on which they sitI" |
and a voice answered: Eve have no poor
in this great city" And I wandered out,
seeking TO find the place where were the
hnvaIa of the deafffl1fe. aud [ fnnnd man. |